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That sounds more like a challenge and less like an invitation.

Maybe it is. Maybe it's both. Maybe it's neither. Doesn't matter, are you gonna stand there all day and gab?

Oh, not all day. Eventually I'll have to sleep, I suppose.

What, exactly, am I expected to be doing?

Sarcasm. The one language the TARDIS doesn't translate. [It's said with a little eye-roll, and he moves to stand in front of her, holding up a hand.]

Humans. You never listen.

[She watches him, curiosity in her light blue eyes. There is a spark of recognition.]

I was being sarcastic right back.

...But, I'm not human.

Human, Traken, Alarianite, we could argue the semantics of your biology all evening- and I'd rather not, thanks- or we could do something fun.

You know, I think I'd rather do something fun.

Dancing's fun.

If you've got the right partner.

Fair enough. Are you the right partner?

Are you sure you can keep up with me?

That's enough of the age jokes, thank you very much, Rose Tyler.

[He crosses his arms.]

Now, are you gonna stand there all day, or are we going to dance.

[ Rose has to stifle a giggle, before holding her chin up and getting into the proper dance position. ]

And no stepping on my toes with those big feet of yours, Doctor.

[With an amused look, he steps in place, arms around her waist.]

I'm fairly certain your toes are safe, but for the record, feet size is entirely subjective.

Right, of course. [ Rose nods quite seriously, but she really can't help herself. A mischievous little smile is tugging at her lips as she goes on. ] Same goes for ear size, then?

(She held out her hands)

Vertically or horizontally?